I looked for you in all of the obvious places.
Of course, I avoided all of the signs
That directed me to the back roads and side streets-
The signs you planted for me to find.
I searched like a pirate bent on stealing
The king’s gold.
Stubbornness is not a pretty ribbon
Threaded in the tendrils of my hair,
But a sword I slashed through
All of the silent moments,
Drenched in sand,
Hoping without hope to find you there
In the old chair you held me in
As a child.
And when I gave up,
And my torn feet gave out from under me,
You were there, before me, all the while.
I only had to choose you to see
The healing you so freely gave.
I only had to choose.